Would you mind spending a lil bit of your time to read a lovely poem?This is such a meaning poem from Zoe Moments
If I could live my life again, next time, I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more, I would be sillier than I have been.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would be less fastidious.
Accept more risks, I would take more trips, contemplate more evenings, climb mountains, and swim more rivers...
I would go to more places where I have not been, eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those people who lived sensibly and meticulously every minute of their life.
Of course I have had moments of happiness.
But if I could go back in time, I would try to have good moments only, and not waste precious time.
I was someone never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bag, an umbrella and a parachute.
If I could live again, I would travel more frivolously.
If I could live again, I would begin to walk barefoot at the beginning of the spring and I would continue to do so until the end of autumn.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds, I would contemplate more evenings and I would play with more children.
If I could have another life ahead. But I am 85 years old you see, and I know that I am dying.
Jorge Luis Borges, 20th Century Argentine writer and poet
Yes
If I could live again
I would definitely allow myself to make even more mistakes, to venture out, and to be less serious perhaps what can be done at this point is
to learn and try even harder to accept that i do make mistakes and i have always been too serious about that life is always not something we can control
though we always try very hard to grab hold of our fate
to make our dreams come true
to work out things in the 'ideal' way If...
If only we can forget about the eutopia in mind
If only we can forget the grumbles we have, the pain we get from life
then we can truely enjoy what we have
played cello this afternoon...
didn't have fun with my cello for a long long time
i lost my skills, the songs that were once in my mind, i even lost my calluses
but i realized that these were all unimportant
most important is that i still treasure my time with my dear cello, the time to make music my voice cracked
my total lung capacity decreased
but singing is still enjoyable
coz what i treasured is the time i can create sweet harmonies with my dear music lovers Singchronizers Concernt 2008 @ Kwai Tsing Theatre, 4th August 2008 we shall make it my dears*
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